Before I had my son, I was a healthy eater. A seriously healthy eater. I had been a vegetarian for over a year, stayed away from fried foods, and ate heaping portions of roasted vegetables every day. Of course that diet went out the window once my cravings kicked in. I wanted bacon every single day. Though I didn't worry about it. I figured I would get back to my old way of eating -- eventually. Who was I kidding?! It's only gotten worse because I constantly find myself picking at the nuggets, fries, and mac 'n' cheese my son doesn't finish eating. And I know I'm not alone.

We know it's bad for us. We know it's not healthy. We know it does little to help us fit back into our pre-kid wardrobe, but we just can't help it. The other day, as I noshed on abandoned cold pizza that I had cut up into little bites for him, I knew I should just toss it, but I couldn't. I swear I could hear some Star Trek Borg saying, "Resistance is futile." It was. I finished every morsel on the plate. It wasn't even that good.

But it's not just the times we treat him to fast food that I indulge. I noticed that I will also pick over his baked chicken, rice, and broccoli too. In my mind, somehow I justify it by telling myself that I don't want the food to go to waste. But I think a part of me just eats it because it's there, which isn't exactly the healthiest eating plan.

Some moms, however, are turned off from touching anything on their kids' plates. "Frankly, I think about his ability to wash hands after using the potty ... And I don't wanna share with him!" said one mother. I have one friend who is so repulsed by her kids' eating habits, the thought of sharing food with them turns her stomach. I don't have that issue. My son actually asks to wash his hands before he eats and he's pretty neat. I'm not bragging. If he weren't so germ-conscious, I wouldn't be eating so many darn extra calories.